lucky son

The prince has long been accustomed to such dreams.He moved his stiff body slowly, and glanced at the mountain of memorials in front of him without interest, even though there was always a voice in his heart urging him to finish the matter as soon as possible, but he still had no thought of reviewing it.

The whole hall is resplendent and magnificent, solemn and solemn, yet empty and cold. It is not the same as the hall where I am in every morning, but there is a kind of similarity in tune and effect in the same effect.

Every day when he goes to court, he always stands under the imperial steps, looking up at his father who sits on the throne, and even coveted the position above the tens of thousands of people. He wants to try sitting there and overlooking sentient beings feel.

But when he got what he wanted in his dream, he felt that this position was so cold and hard, making people feel like walking on thin ice and breathless.And the heart is even more lonely, hesitant and helpless.

Since ancient times, emperors have always said that they are lonely and widowed, and in fact they are indeed so.Even if there are many ministers and stars, even if the harem is three thousand, and there are countless children, the emperor is still alone, unable to withstand the cold.

In fact, compared to such dreams of ascending the throne and being extremely honored, what the prince likes more are those scenes where he leads his army to fight on the battlefield.

In those dreams, sometimes I was a brave general in armor, entering and leaving seven times in the enemy camp, soaked in blood, killing people like hemp, but full of spirit and carefree; A frail young man with a feather fan and scarf, sitting on a soft couch, holding fragrant tea in his hand, talking and laughing while the mast and scull were blown up in ashes.

Thinking back like this, the prince's dream has changed again.

In an instant, he was already riding on a horse, holding a halberd, and leading his troops to march.Between the flying flags and the swaying cars, he suddenly looked back, only to see a figure in Tsing Yi standing high on the city wall, his face was blurred, but it made him feel at ease.

The prince's heart moved, and he tried hard to see the appearance of the man in Tsing Yi, but before he could take a closer look, the surroundings suddenly changed. The next moment, he was sitting on the soft couch again, looking up at the front.There was clearly nothing in front of him, but his eyes seemed to travel thousands of miles away, and he saw a young general with sharp and indifferent eyes charging into the army, blood-stained silver armor—and the face of the young general also seemed to be covered There is a layer of cloud and mist.

It was not the first time the prince had dreamed of the man in green and the young general in silver armor, or in other words, apart from the dream of himself sitting on top of the hall, they were indispensable in other dreams.

One of them strategizing is a shield that can protect him from fighting with peace of mind; the other is brave and fearless, his sharpest and ruthless sword. As long as they are there, he can rest easy and be invincible.

But unfortunately, although the two appeared frequently in his dreams, and sometimes they were even close to him, but the crown prince still couldn't see their appearance clearly. This feeling of distance made him feel lost and upset.

Maybe it's because of the emotional ups and downs today, so tonight's dream seems particularly fragmented.It's as if two porcelains of different shapes were smashed and mixed together, and then they were packed up and glued together with difficulty to form a new object that has me in you and you in me, but is messy .

So, when the scene in the dream changed again and he returned to the empty hall, the prince was not surprised at all, only slightly disappointed—after all, he still couldn't see the faces of the man in blue and the young general in silver armor clearly.

Slightly calming down, the prince looked forward, but suddenly found that the case full of memorials had disappeared, replaced by a chessboard and two sets of chess boxes.

Maybe it's because I played a lot of chess today, and I even got feedback in my dream?Thinking about it like this, the prince accepted this kind of change that had never happened before. After all, playing chess can make people feel more happy than facing those annoying memorials.

The only regret is probably that there is no one to play chess with, but in my own dream, even if there is an opponent, it is probably no different from playing chess with myself.

Smiling so lightly, the prince first picked up the black stones and put them on the chessboard, then picked up the white stones, hesitated for a moment, and then dropped them again.

The speed of the prince's laying down was very fast, as if he didn't need to think, just relying on instinct.In less than half a moment, the black and white pieces on the chessboard were intertwined, forming a simple yet complicated picture.

Putting the black piece in his hand on the desired position, the prince was just about to continue to take the white piece, but suddenly saw a slender white hand reaching into the chess box containing the white piece, and took the white piece away first.

The prince was stunned for a moment, then raised his head subconsciously, and saw a scholar in green clothes sitting in front of him at some point, playing a white chess with his forehand, with a smile in his eyes.

Even though the other person's face was still blurred, the prince recognized in an instant that he was the man in Tsing Yi that he had been dreaming about all along.

The man in Tsing Yi's rumpled clothes and wide-sleeved long gown is dressed in a gentle and elegant manner, but even if he smiles slightly, there still seems to be a sadness between his brows, which makes people want to hold it in his hand Caring and caring in my heart, so that he will not be displaced and have no branches to rely on.

It can be said that as long as he can coax the other party to show his face, even if he loses face and pretends to be ugly, the prince in his dream seems to be willing.

The man in Tsing Yi glanced at the prince with a smile, then lowered his head to look at the chessboard, and placed a piece lightly.To the prince's surprise, the location where the other party dropped the ball happened to be exactly the same as the place where the prince wanted to drop the white ball next.

——No, it probably can't be regarded as a surprise, after all, this is in my dream, and the person who appears in my dream can naturally communicate with me.

The prince was stunned, his mind was a little confused, but the self in the dream seemed to be accustomed to such scenes, and soon picked up Heizi again and followed closely behind.

During the back and forth, the prince's black man and the Tsing Yi man's white man had already fought tit-for-tat, refusing to give in to each other, heartily.

The prince was so happy to kill that he didn't realize that the scenery around him gradually changed again. When he reached into the chess box and caught out a white piece instead of a black piece, he realized that he was bewildered. It is no longer in the majestic and cold palace, but in the exquisite and elegant garden full of greenery.

Holding the white piece in his hand, the prince was at a loss for a moment, and then found that the chess board in front of him also had a sudden change.What's more important is that, although it is a completely different chess game from just now, he has no sense of strangeness at all. Instead, he feels that this game is indeed played one by one by himself, without any stagnant and logical comprehension. The thinking of chess players.

With a light and delicate move, the prince raised his head, and he had expected to see that the player in front of him had also changed.The indifferent and gentle scholar in green clothes disappeared, replaced by a young general in white and silver armor staring at the chessboard.

The young general seemed very troubled, racking his brains with sunspots, looking so bad, he wanted to overturn the chessboard but had to bite the bullet and continue, it was extremely bitter and bitter.

Seeing his appearance, the prince smiled subconsciously, and the whole person became more relaxed. He lay down on his side on the soft couch, propped his face with one hand, and looked at the young general scratching his ears and cheeks with interest and a smile. .

After contemplating for a long time, the young general seemed to have finally thought of a good move. His face suddenly appeared, and his eyes sparkled even more. He couldn't wait to put the sunspot down. Then he raised his head and looked at the prince excitedly. The prince seemed to faintly see his head. A pair of dog ears stand upright, and a fluffy tail wags behind.

The prince looked at the chessboard with a chuckle, then raised his eyebrows, and made the same move with a smile.

When he saw the white pieces appearing on the chessboard, the young general Yinjia's proud expression froze, he stared at the chessboard and gritted his teeth for a long while, then fell into a state of bewilderment and madness again.

Compared with other dreams in which the silver-armored young general is like a sharp sword, with no joy or sorrow, and a cold posture that is difficult to be affected by anything other than killing the enemy, the prince obviously prefers to see such a lively and interesting appearance of him .The more restless the other party was, the happier he was, to the point where he felt pity for the other party...but he never repented.

Finally, the young general Yinjia seemed to be irritated by the prince's teasing way of playing chess. He slammed his hands on the table, and a pair of black and white eyes stared forward angrily, almost wanting to breathe fire.

Facing the young general who exploded his hair, the prince was not guilty at all. Instead, he raised his eyebrows lazily, and tapped the chessboard: "What are you shooting for? You are so strong, and you plan to crack my table? Hurry up."

The young general Yinjia opened his mouth, as if he wanted to complain, but he didn't know what to say. After being frozen for a long time, he sat down again resentfully, muttering "My lord knows how to bully me", and began to think hard again.

The prince chuckled, and continued to admire his entangled appearance with his face propped up sideways, but the more he looked, the more the prince felt in a trance, as if the silver-armored young general in front of him and the green-clothed scribe gradually merged into one.

Obviously these two people are completely different in stature and temperament - although the faces are not clear, they are probably different - but for some reason, looking at those eyes, the prince feels that they should be one person, even if they are skinny They are different and have very different personalities, but they hide the same soul.

This kind of feeling, the prince also faintly had it in the previous dream, but he ignored it.After all, the similarity between the "two people" is just a confusing intuition, but the difference between them is so clear.

However, at this moment, this thought that should be an illusion is so vivid that the prince can't ignore it, or even resist it.

As if affected by the prince's chaotic thoughts, the originally smooth dream gradually became blurred and stagnant. The singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the surrounding gardens disappeared, and the fog of the whole dream rose, as if there were only two chess players left in the world.

The prince watched in a daze as the person in front of him turned into an elegant, gentle and slightly sad blue-clothed scribe for a while, and for a while he became a silver-armored young general who was frizzy in his spare time but was ruthless and sharp on the battlefield. confused.

Looking at the two people who were disappearing and appearing at that time, the prince couldn't look away at all, and as the figures of the two people alternated more and more frequently and quickly, those eyes were completely highlighted.

Holding on to the table, the prince stretched out his hand, trying to grab the person opposite, but when he touched the back of the person's hand on the table, the surrounding fog suddenly dissipated. The prince finally worked hard for nearly ten years. , clearly saw the face of the person sitting in front of him.

The handsome facial features, the bewitching blush between the brows, the bald head, and the pair of eyes that are so familiar to the prince as if carved out of a mold.

The prince's pupils shrank suddenly, and the whole person sat up suddenly as if he had been electrocuted, only to find that he was sitting upright on the bed, and the heart in his chest was beating chaotically and loudly, as if there were echoes coming from the entire silent bedroom. .

The author has something to say: Thanks to the three little angels CHAMPION, Mack, and Inaba Gin for throwing the mines, and Ashley dear for throwing the grenade=333=

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Discussion: Who will lose the horse first =w=

Meng Hui: I guessed who he is, but he doesn't know that I guessed who he is =w=

Prince: I'm sure who he is, but he definitely doesn't know that I already know who he is =w=